There is no time for these gestures, these visionary predictions of truth.
There is no time for these pirates and their sullen, spoken truce.
Well, the captain… he is a pious man, with a pious build and a pious hand;
I’m drifting at the bottom of the sea; you’d think that I’d give a damn.

And you must be on your way, there is no need to stay here for long.
If you believe in the emperor, he’ll surely show you his rooms of regret, child.
He’ll be there — arms widespread — and he’ll meet you at his gates of death.
Then you’ll be at the bottom of the sea… and you’ll hope you give a damn.

And the gods above want to shine with love… I understand all about the modern man,
with his modern needs and his modern greed, drifting away in front of his modern TV.
I said, I’ll never give in, I’ll never, never, never give up.
I said, I’ll never give in, I’ll never, never, never give up.
I said, I’ll never give in, I’ll never, never, never give up…. never give up.

And the gods above want to shine with love, I understand you’ve got to make your stand.
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta make your stand.

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